Chapter 3: What if
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Chapter 3
Hermione awoke slowly, swatting at the orange tail tickling her nose.
She mumbled"…Crookshanks just wait I'll feed you in a moment…" into the open air as she yawned, snuggling deeper into her husbands arms, pressing against him. God, she was so warm, so happy.. There was nothing that could take away this wonderful momen-
"Son of a Bitch!" she yelled suddenly, wide awake and leaning up on one elbow, she turned and –
Thunk!
"-Christ woman, watch the bloody nose!" muttered Severus, rudely awaken by yell and unexpected elbow to the face. He quickly let go of this wife, rolling to the side. He covered his face to check for damage, as well shield it in case there was a second blow to come.
"Oh Dear!'" Yelled Hermione, now fully awake. "I am so so sorry! Let me see it!" She hovered over him, hands uselessly moving back and forth in the air above his face.
Severus stilled, stopping his dramatic actions and slowly split open the fingers of one hand to evaluate her with a single wary eye.
"Are you sure you won't hit me again? Do I get to know what it was this time" He hummed under his breath, muttering "Don't forget, you promised you wouldn't use being a Git as an excuse anymore."
Hermione flushed, all sympathy fleeing her disposition. She leveled a challenging stare at him before smacking his upper arm this time, yelling out "Stop making me out to be a spouse beater!"
Severus didn't flinch, simply taking the small smack whilst still gauging her reaction from between his fingers.
He did, though, shoot a pointed glance at her hand that had just struck him.
"You know" Severus started, "I'm not sure if I should be worried, or if you just wanted to get me riled up. There are other ways to get me up in the mornings you know." His single eye took on a rather lascivious glint as it traveled down her body hovering over him.
"Call me a bad boy and I might forgive you for throwing elbows."
Hermione huffed out a laugh and threw her hands in the air as surrender before dramatically laying over top his chest.
"I give up. You win. I apologize for the elbow. It was unintentional."
Severus released his face begrudgingly, dragging Hermione to comfortable lay over top his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face against her crown before laying a kiss atop it. He pulling the blanket back up around them both as the air was a bit too crisp so early in the morning.
"And the smack?" He muttered cheekily, intentionally flexing his arms to show he had her pinned against him.
"The smack was intentional. As you said, you really are a bad boy."
Severus barked out a laugh before relaxing his hold. They sat in silence, both looking in different directions, thoughts running through their minds.
The silence stretched on.
Severus was the one to break it, rubbing a comforting hand across his wife's back. His voice was tender as he said "I'm sorry. This was my doing. Do you want to talk about it?"
A hush followed his statement for several seconds longer than a response would normally take. He eventually felt Hermione turn to press her face against his chest.
"I love you." She mumbled, nuzzling his chest as if there was a way to burrow further into his warmth.
"I love you too dear, never forget that." Severus rumbled, sleepy voice calming Hermione even further.
"I could die of mortification, you know." She mumbled again, still hiding. "I could just sink into this bed and never come out again." She whispered, even lower.
Severus sighed, his heart twinging at the despair in her voice.
"I know, dearest." He replied, petting her hair in place. "But, you will need to go through me first. The bed can't keep you."
Hermione huffed against him, muttering "…a great load of good that will do me, you're as hard as a rock. All muscle and no brains, I swear.. why would you think that was a good idea! ...oh god how am I ever going to go out in public again! There is no such thing as a remote job here! What am I going to say to others! Uuhhhhggggg…."
Severus let her have it out, whispering sweet nothings as she let all her worries and anxieties out against his chest. More than a few comments were pointed snips against his actions yesterday.
Hermione continued on, muttering into his chest.
"…oh yes this is Hermione, resident Voyer and activist for Elvin kind. Yes, you wanted to hire me to consult on updating you to the 21st Century? Do you mind if we do it over the phone? Oh, you don't know what a phone is because you are a patriarchal old man who just wanted to hire me to prove Wizards are better? Well, sorry I can't leave right now. I've gone and had sex with my Husband in my best friend's BLODDY LIBRARY!"
A small scream was smothered by Severus' left pectoral.
"..and I know that he knows that I know…you know? So yes, I apologize for turning down your offer, I need to first find.."
Severus smiled and held her closer.
"…oh you know where to find a Pensive? Wonderful! I was thinking of getting a large enough one to drown my friend in. You see, I read this wonderful article stating it only takes a few inches to…"
Severus sighed. He wondered how bad it would be if he offered her the use of his Legilimency. He might just get smacked again for that one. Hmm… that might not be a bad idea..
"..can't guarantee the cockroach will stay dead this time… Maybe that'll wipe his mind of my dear Husband, in the Library, with the pipe? Oh yes, you didn't hear yet? And then he ran away just to have a pleasant peak back in later!" Her voice changed deeper, in a mock of a male voice "No harm Mione, I swear I just saw Severus' ass and snake, I promise! Good job by the way, he's got a huge-"
Severus suddenly rolled them over, pinning Hermione's flushed body beneath his. The curtain of his thick black hair shrouding them from the morning light.
His eyes sparked dangerously, pinning her in place just as well as his arms. "Repeat that one more time."
Hermione tilted her head, looking up and squirming a bit below him. "That you have a huge-?"
Severus pressed down on her slightly, stopping her mid-sentence. "No dearest, what do you mean he look a pleasant peak back in?"
"Ah. Well, I swear I saw He Who Must Not Be Named peeking back in as I was ridding your cock and learning potions."
Silence. The vision that struck Severus was a decidedly unpleasant one. He grimaced slightly as he locked that bit of imagination behind Occlumency shields to never see the light of day. He really out to ask her not to name all the people on her shit list with the same moniker.
Hermione continued, mumbling "The books we knocked over were potions books. He has an excellent collection."
Silence
"Severus?"
He stared at her intently for a moment longer, before replying "Do you mean to say Potter snuck back in during my, ah, joyful potions lesson?"
Hermione flushed brightly; eyes closed she muttered a small "Yes. I think I saw him by the door right as we were.. uhh.. concluding my lesson?" She flushed even brighter somehow. "It all got a bit hazy, you know… ahem… right as we were bottling up?"
Hermione squirmed beneath him, embarrassed and nervous at revealing the news to Severus.
She continued with "But he probably couldn't see the board as his glasses were-"
"…why that little shit-" Severus started in, interrupted by Hermione's cry of "He's not a shit!"
Her eyes were bright in defiance, cheeks prettily flushed.
Severus always noticed more than others, such as Hermione's unconscious squirm; thighs held tightly together this entire time.
If anyone had been in his mind at that moment, they may have heard a small 'click!' as the pieces fell together. He gave the thought another moment of silence to process fully, before returning his attention to his dear, beautiful wife. A memory of the effect a small comment had last night was making more sense.
Severus broke the silence once again, saying "Love, may I ask for your honesty in the next few questions I am going to ask?" in a mild, almost challenging tone.
"Of course!" Hermione quickly replied, slightly affronted "I will always be honest with you, Sev!"
He responded to her acquiescence by running his hands up her arms, pinning them against the mattress above her head with one hand. He slithered his free hand down to cup her face, and placed a slow kiss upon her lips. He pulled away just barely, their breaths mixing as he whispered lowly against her lips.
"You promise?"
Hermione's breath hitched, eyes fluttering from the sensual turn of events.
"Yes!" she whispered back.
Severus' hand continued further, landing on her throat. Sitting there, hot and heavy, only the weight of his hand against her pule point stealing her breath away.
"Yes.." she breathed out again, trembling in anticipation.
He kissed her again, slow but deep, tongue skillful in it's exploration. Leisurely, his fingers opened to surround her neck, gripping ever so lightly. It was like a deadly reminder of just how strong a Wizard, no, a Man he truly is.
Her breath hitched against his finger tips, pule thrumming as it sat there, holding her tenderly. Slowly, so God dam slowly she almost didn't notice, the hand released her to continued its travels down her neck. Between the valley of her covered breasts it stopped to pay homage. Severus showed no favorites, squeezing them gently one at a time before opening his palm to allow his hard earned callouses to tease her nipples.
Hermione was lost in his heat, his tongue, his hands and his overall presence. She could smell him everywhere, and feel the dark tingles of his magic pouring from him and onto her. It was akin to settling into a large warm bath while touching herself. She could feel his slight shudder as she answered his magic with hers, wrapping it around his body like a tight embrace.
His kiss became even more searing, training down her cheek then neck as his hand continued down down down… pressing against her stomach for a moment as if to leave a promise, then sliding down the side of her leg and to her knee. Severus shimmied himself between her legs, gripping the back of her knee tightly and pulling it up and over his hips. He pressed the length of his manhood against her, thrusting up slightly to give her that friction he knew she wanted. His forehead pressed against her neck, head turning to allow his mouth to lick and suck a trail up her jugular all while giving those little thrusts against her.
Hermione could feel that she was making a mess of the front of his sleeping pants. She gave not one lick of sympathy for them. In fact, she hated those pants so much she wished they would disappear. She wished so hard that her panties and his pants would just get married and run off to-
"Ah!" Severus bit Hermione's neck sharply, pulling her out of her thoughts and back to the present. He pressed down even harder onto her, right against that little spot he loves to tease between her thighs.
"Oh gods, Severuss…" she sang his name like a song of praise.
"Hmmm, yes dear..." he rasped back.
"Did you know I can feel you soaking through my pants…? Were you that excited for our little talk? I can smell your anticipation…" He pulled back slightly, hair askew, leaning against his haunches for a moment. He could see her honeyed gaze trailing down his bare chest, her hands flexing as if to escape him.
He released the back of her knee, running his hand through his hair to slick it back. His body leaned even further on his back legs, thrusting forward against her quim just to see that spark flash in her eyes.
"I don't think you've been a good girl today, have you...? Good girls don't hit others." His free right hand pulled away suddenly, only to return quickly to Hermione's left thigh with a loud SMACK!
"Oh!" she moaned loudly, before yelling out "You damn hypocrite!" She cried out again as he repeated the smack, soon after rubbing it up and down to soothe the hurt away.
Severus gave what could only be known as an evil smile at her shout, eyes twinkling with mirth. "I never once said I was good, love. I would do much more for you than any good man be willing to."
He kept eye contact with her, bringing his steady hand to the waistband of his pants teasingly, trailing a finger across the band. He lowered it further to grip his shaft through his pants, eyes fluttering slightly at the view and knowledge of what he was going to do.
Hermione continued to pant, undulating against his hold, thighs gripping his waist tightly.
Severus decidedly slid his hand down and into his pants. She could see the outline of him gripping his sex though the thin material, stroking it while staring at her.
His hand moved further south, gripping his sack to pull over top of the elastic waist band. Severus let go of himself to adjust the band further, moving it midway down his thighs. His large hand picked right back up, stroking himself to the sight of her spread open before him.
Hermione licked her lips, biting the bottom one slightly. She smiled coyly and looked back up to his eyes.
"May I have a taste, Sir? I love breakfast in bed."
Severus groaned hotly, throwing his head back and gripping himself tightly, trying to calm his beast down for just a moment.
"You'll be the death of me, won't you? I always knew it.." He let out a hiss through his teeth as she tightened around his waist, thrusting upwards. She rubbed her lacey panties against his balls and hand gripping his cock.
She smiled that innocent smile of hers again, so similar to the one she gave years ago when he questioned her about his missing ingredients in the storerooms.
Severus chuckled darkly in reminiscence. "I feel like you're out to steal my ingredients again… smiling so sweetly.."
Hermione's grin widened further, hands flexing again.
"I'm only after one ingredient today, sir…" she replied coyly. "Would you mind giving it to me?"
"Fuck." Severus whispered, stroking his cock again. "You never play fair."
Hermione's thighs gripped him in response, replying "You taught me not to."
Severus finally let go of his cock, running his free hand across Hermione's panties. He palmed her cunt which earned a hiss of satisfaction from his wife. His hand soon stilled over her with a look of concentration. There was the faint sound of fluttering behind them and his hands were suddenly meeting bare pussy. He took the opportunity to palm her cunt properly, thrumming with pride at how wet it was against him. Pressing harder, he rubbed his hand in circles against her center as she continued to cry out.
"Yes, that's it Love." He rumbled, "Feel it.. I want you to take your pleasure from me…"
"Oh yes!" she cried.
Felling the tremble om her core, he asked "Are you ready for me?"
She responded "Oh god, please!"
Severus removed his hands, gripping her hip with his left hand as he slicked up his cock with his right hand. He ran the swollen tip through Hermione's slit, gaining a bit more lubricant before letting it settle against her opening.
Hermione closed her eyes, hands freely pulling at the sheets next to her head. Her shoulders pressed further down to try and lift her hip any higher, seeking that penetration.
Severus pulled back slightly, smirking as she whimpered and tried again.
"Now now dearest, you said something a bit unusual earlier.." he said, letting the head just barely enter her.
"…huh?" Hermione, opened her eyes, glanding back at him in confusion. "What?"
Severus thrust shallowly into her, enveloping the head of his cock fully.
"Ohhh…!" moaned Hermione, pressing up to take more of him.
"Ah ah ah, dearest. I need you to tell me how you felt about his 'pleasant peak back in'."
Frustrated, Hermione went slack in his grip, letting her hips lowed back to the mattress.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Sev?" she seethed. "Can we not talk about Harry while we-"
Severus, god bless whatever entity gave him the skills of a spy, smoothly rolled them over so that she was straddling his thighs. The length of his cock was pressed along the folds of her pussy, eliciting a feline hiss as he pulled her hips forward to rest the weight of her against his cock. She moaned, immediately gripping his shoulders to leverage herself over him.
He assisted, pressing her hips down as she rubbed her cunt further along the length. Back and forth, back and forth, she almost forgot what they were talking about as his cock rubbed right there-
"Hermione dearest, you promised to answer me."
She continued to ride him, whimpering at how good it felt. Her eyes cracked open to stare at him as she tried to answer.
"H-he was th-there-ah!", Hermione cried out. "I s-saw him l-looking over y-your hng your sh-shoulder!"
Severus' eyes darkened, gripping her tighter to position it so his tip ran over her opening as she rode him. "Yes dear, you mentioned that. But I want to know how you feel about it."
"Oh gods!" she cried out again.
"Yes! Now tell me my sweet. My Love. Tell me…"
"P-please! Please let me-"
"…tell me how it felt. Tell me how it felt to have Harry Fucking Potter watch as I defiled you."
"What? N-no, I d-didn't-" Hermione, confused, stopped grinding on him.
Severus didn't stop, his hips arching up, hands pulling her to slide back and forth along his length.
Hermione moaned, leaning forward as her strength left her. 'God that sneaky bastard-'
He shifted slightly, allowing the tip of his cock to slip into her as he pulled her back down. Severus' grip was iron tight, pulling her hips back and forth, shallowly fucking her.
"You promised to be honest." He groaned, pulling her back and forth, so tight- "I would never…" Severus pulled her further, slowly going deeper, feeling her nails bite into his shoulders. "..ever begrudge you your honesty, love. You are my everything."
Hermione whimpered, pulling back to stare into her husband's as he slowly sheathed himself, inch by inch, all the way to his hilt.
'This is too much too much too much!' she thought, whimpering at the intrusion. 'Heat of the moment is one thing, but this- ..this is too personal, too real, real-...'
"I-I" Hermione groaned, knowing he'd played her into a corner so she wouldn't over think or run away. "I d-don't know." She stuttered out, keening at the keeling of fullness. Flushed, she faced away from him.
Severus continued to stare at her, pressing her even further down, starting a gentle rocking motion. He took in her heaving chest and rosy skin. Leisurely, his rocking drew longer. He pushed her hips away, dragging himself in and out of her, keeping himself deep.
"I r-really don't." Hermione repeated, her hips joining Severus' new tempo.
"Hm…" he intoned, adding a new upward thrust of his hips to each joining. His voice abruptly dropped to a dark, sensuous whisper as he said "Is that really your final answer?"
The change startled her. That was his dangerous voice, his voice of command-
She turned back sharply, making eye contact as she bounced slightly to his thrusts.
He stared back, continuing, never losing his slow pace.
Hermione searched his intense gaze, confused at the implications.
"Yes!" she spat out, half in pleasure as his thrusting crept her closer to an impending orgasm.
"Well then..." Severus replied. One arm slid up, pulling her forward to his chest as he dropped his hips. He member slipped wetly from her, almost fully out. His tempo continued, now shallow thrusts.
Hermione let out a whimper, unprepared for the change again. His grip was like a vice.
"What if.." he continued, abruptly snapping his hips up to meet hers. He impaled her again, growling out a groan of satisfaction.
"Fuck!" Hermione hissed, clutching his biceps for purchase.
"What if he was.." Severus repeated his action, this time, driving into her with two quick thrusts. His tempo accelerated.
Severus smiled darkly, in ecstasy as he prolonged her sweet suffering. Finally, in that deep sinful voice of his, he breathed out "What if he was right behind you again?" Thighs slapping, the tempo climbed.
"What if he was watching-" Severus grunted, thrusting, thrusting, she was so tight- "-right now?"
Smack Smack Smack their sexes met, even faster-
Hermione moaned loudly; voice higher. Eyes closed.
"What if," Severus continued, never letting up on the now brutal pace he was setting "he was watching you ride me at this very moment?"
In and out, in and out, in and out-
He continued, wild, wet sounds filling the air.
"He could be right here, you know."
Thrusting, thrusting-
"Hiding under that blasted invisibility cloak of his."
A hand smacked her right ass cheek, the sound still loud over their labored breathing.
"Oh I knew about it. He could be hiding, watching this glorious ass bouncing for me." His hand grasped the cheek firmly, flesh soft between his fingers.
"As you ride my cock-" Up, up, up, he was impaling her on it-
Hermione was wound tight, trying to keep pace.
Severus released her rear, hand sliding forward to pull her shirt up.
Her breasts met the cold air, nipples tightening.
Severus shoved the bottom of her shirt in her open mouth. His hand ran back down to fondle her bouncing breasts, still thrusting up.
"What a sight you are…" he murmured. "..willingly displaying your assets for dear Harry to see…" Severus leaned up, catching a nipple in his mouth. It was released with a loud 'POP!'.
"You're so wet. So wet and tight."
Hermione clenched tighter, a pitiful whimper leaving her.
"Does it excite you, thinking of him watching?" Severus' hand returned to her hips, urging her to keep up.
Hermione's vision swam. A hum affirmation left her as her head bobbed slightly, up and down with his thrusts.
"What was that dear? You know I never understand you with your mouth full…" a small chuckle left him at his own joke.
Severus looked into her eyes then; looked so deeply as to see her very soul.
Hermione saw as the darkness entered his gaze, glinting, it slid into her. She felt his magic penetrate her, penetrate her just as his cock was now-
Thrusting thrusting thrusting into her-
She could see him.
She could see… Harry?
It-it was Harry!
Harry was here?!
Oh God! Fuck!
He was right next to them, wearing that green shirt from the other night!
He was reaching out for her again, a look of sudden recognition. Harry's eyes were the same dark green she had glimpsed behind the Library door- the same darkness she saw in Severus right now-
Severus! Oh god!
'And do you like it…' Severus dark voice whispered in my head. 'Like having him watch you come on my cock?'
Christ!
He was right there!
They were right here!
He would see-
Oh!
Oh god! It's too much!
Oh god oh god oh god-
'Let him see.' Whispered Severus voice, everywhere at once.
Hermione felt her body tighten, heard a buzzing in the air-
She was going to-
'Let him see you come undone, my love.'
Hermione was pulled forward, wrapped in Severu's arms as he panted and moaned in her ear, thrusting-
Her head turned, a feeling of ecstasy enveloping her-
As Harry watched her being filled by Severus-
Watched as she screamed out, clenching down and cumming on her husband's cock-
She looked directly into Harry's green eyes as she saw white.
Harry shot upright in bed, disoriented, searching-
He could see her still, blurry, bouncing on Severus snake again-
As his hand reached out, their eyes meeting-
He blinked.
She disappeared.
Gone.
The air snaped, charged. His flickering lights dimmed.
"Hermione?" Harry rasped out. Looking around, confused, she was right there.
She was right there.
He blinked again as the lights brightened back to normal.
Taking a deep breath, Harry laid his face in the palms of his hands rubbing them over his eyes.
He took another deep breath, fingers parting to let him eye his raging soldier standing at full salute.
Harry covered his face again, signing.
A muffled "Are you fucking kidding me." was released into the cold morning air.
Shortly, it was followed by the sounds of panting breaths and rhythmically rustling sheets.